Life has dealt a heavy hand to a weak demigod like me.

"Fuck... God..."

"Don't underestimate...a warrior's...determination!"

Just as he finished speaking, his head suddenly fell from his body, and wisps of blood-colored mist connected his head and body.

The mist is the hands, the head controls it, and the body is the sword.

This was the bloody sword energy he swung out with all his strength. When the sword burst out with all its power, Scott lost all hope of survival.

The golden liquid that bound his body slowly shattered, and a figure appeared in the sky thousands of meters away in a dishevel.

"Cough cough..." He coughed and looked at the blood-stained beach around him.

The arm that had just been broken has recovered to its original shape, but a hideous scar was left on his chest.

"Why bother... I just want to take you with me to follow the great gods and gain eternal life."

A trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

Then the bloody beach and sea began to gather, and clusters of blurry bloody things were separated out.

"Although it fell to the ground and feels a bit untidy, it is a testimony to your 'glory'..."

"I'm not polite..."

While whispering to himself, he reached out and grabbed the blurry mass of flesh and blood.

If you are close enough to him, you can faintly hear him swallowing.

What happened in the mountains and on the coast has not yet reached here.

Peroz, Hogot and Finks are searching for Antnet's remains.

"Looking for a skeleton on a high mountain... I'm really crazy." Hogot complained as he released a swarm of small bee-like creatures.

"Just consider it as a side trip. Even if you are not looking for bones, you have to come to this mountain." Finks said as he controlled the water vapor to spread around.

"What secrets does this mountain hold?"

"Didn't you notice?" Finks stopped, then slowly squatted down and stretched out his hand to poke a big hole in the ground.

"On the entire island, this mountain is the only one not made of gold."

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Chapter 52: The Abandoned

"Is it because there was no more gold to be found at that time?" Hogot made a little joke while squatting on the ground and observing the soil.

But no one got his point.

"Isn't it funny?" He spread his hands, somewhat helpless.

"It's quite funny, but we have more important things to do right now." Peroz picked up a handful of soil, sniffed it, and then slowly closed his eyes.

About ten minutes later, she opened her eyes again.

At this moment, her eyes became very sharp.

At the same time, the whole world became gray to her, and she vaguely saw a light in the gray world.

"Krolov's 'Eye of Truth'. I've seen your father use it before. He always uses it to find clues when we have no clues."

"I remember him telling me that his eyes helped him find what his heart desired."

"But does it take so long to start?" Hogot asked curiously.

"Although I inherited my father's legacy, I can't be like him now." Peroz said as he walked forward.

As soon as she finished speaking, she hit her head on a tree.

When the world in her eyes becomes abstract, everything becomes abstract. If you don't look carefully, the trees will look like a thick smoke.

"What a rough gem..." Hogot bowed slightly to her, then extended his hand like an old gentleman to help her avoid some obstacles that she could not see clearly.

"Peroz, are you interested in being my apprentice for a while?" he asked sincerely while supporting Peroz.

"So you can use the Krolov family's fame to hype up your own name?" Finks sneered.

"This is just a win-win proposal." Hogot didn't deny it. "Back then, I got a lot of what I wanted from Rotten."

“Isn’t it normal to see the idea of ​​Peroz rising?”

"Besides, Perozzi, you need a real teacher. Although you are very talented, perhaps because Roden has been away from you for too long, you can perceive many things, but you are just aware of them."

"Even gems need to be carved before they can be sold at a good price. Little Peroz is like a gem. Her future will be dazzling, but the prerequisite is that she can be carved well." Hogot's tone became excited.

He seemed to see the light shining on her in the future.

How much fame will he gain from it then?

The corners of Hogot's mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

"So who are you going to sell her to?" Finks choked.

"It's just a metaphor," Hogot said dissatisfiedly.

"Like that joke you just made that had no funny points?"

Hogot was so angry at his words that he was speechless. He simply ignored him and continued to talk to Peroz about becoming his apprentice.

Peroz was still a little moved by this matter.

Although Hogot's desire for fame and fortune exceeds that of ordinary people, that's all.

His performance along the way was recognized by her, and it was also from him that Peroz realized that she still lacked a lot if she wanted to become a great adventurer like her father.

When she was about to say something, a blinding light suddenly appeared before her eyes.

For a moment, she instinctively exited the state of "Eye of Truth".

"What's wrong, little Peroz?" Hogot and Finks looked at her worriedly.

"The light...somewhat blinding flash..." She rubbed her eyes and pointed ahead.

Did you find the place?

The two of them looked in the direction Peroz pointed with some curiosity.

"Peroz, is the light you see under your feet? Or a specific location?" Looking at the man-made platform within a radius of one kilometer in front of him, Fink paused and then said seriously.

"There was light all over the stage."

"The kind that's really dazzling."

Glancing at the empty space in front of him, Peroz said seriously.

“At a glance, everything here can be seen clearly.”

"If he was the last believer on this island, his remains should be very obvious after the ritual is completed."

Hogot observed his surroundings and then offered his own conjecture, "Perhaps he wasn't confident enough in himself after the ritual began, and subsequently set up a trigger-type supernatural skill. After a period of time after his death, his body would be automatically buried."

This is a relatively common technique that can inject magic energy into certain places and have it burst out at specific times.

"But it's also possible that his body disappeared not long after the ceremony."

Seeing the strange looks from Peroz and Finks, he added, "I'm not talking about his sins being so great that nothing remains of him, but... Finks, you said it before."

"This island will eat people..."

For a moment, the three of them fell into silence.

After a moment, Finks shook his head. "It's unlikely. Those guys don't like coming here."

"Why?" Peroz asked, "If I were those people, I would definitely live here. After all, this island has the most normal animals and living environment."

"What's normal for us may not be normal for them."

"Normal food is like mud to them; only people can satisfy them."

"They were all human before they were cursed. Even the most evil people would feel uncomfortable with the idea of ​​cannibalism. Most people just crave normal food."

"Everything here is so normal that it makes them feel abnormal."

"When they're with their own kind, they try not to think about what they've done - it's what everyone does."

"But if they come to this more normal place, they will remember one thing, that they are different."

Finks's mouth twitched slightly. "They don't like this place because it reminds them of their ugly, sinful, and unsightly selves."

There was a round of applause.

"Yes, very good. The captain understands our psychology very well."

"Most of the time we don't like coming here. Every inch of land and every tree here makes us feel like aliens."

“But sometimes, we step in here without any scruples.”

"While hunting..."

A deep voice sounded in their ears.

Dozens of figures appeared in front of the three people.

The moment he saw the leader, Finks' expression seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

"James..." he muttered to himself.

"Oh~ I really feel honored that my captain still remembers the name of an abandoned person like me." James' face began to become ferocious.

"I still remember your heartless face."

"No matter how much I begged, you didn't look back..."

Finks opened his mouth, but eventually fell silent.

I want to... take responsibility for more people...

He said this to himself.

Then he drew his sword.

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Chapter 53: The Sword That Cannot Be Held

"I have no choice..." Finks restrained his emotions and then silently put his hands on his waist.

Stopping to save him would put others who were already safe in danger.

At that time, there were only a few people on the ship who could maintain their combat effectiveness.

If we stop, then perhaps everyone will either die or turn into terrible monsters.

He is the captain and is responsible for more people on board.

Even if he had to abandon his crew, even if that crew member was his son, his only son...

"James...you are no match for me." Finks held the sword in his right hand and the gun in his left hand, slowly pointing the tip of the sword and the muzzle of the gun at him.

"So are you going to point your sword at me a second time?" James gave a ferocious smile.

Finks' hands trembled slightly.

"Yes..." he said in a deep voice.

"My purpose in coming here is to point my sword at you." He tried to calm himself down.

He came up with this idea when he heard that someone had seen James here who had turned into a demon.

But every time he wanted to make up his mind to come here, he would become indecisive.

Until Perozzi arrived, until she told him she was going to the Island of Yevils.

Finks finally made up his mind.

Thunder flashed on the knight's sword, and the dark sky became covered with dark clouds.

"Do you really think I'm still the same person as before, old thing!" James' eyes became more resentful.

His clothes slowly transformed into a golden object, and then turned into countless needles as thin as cow hair, shooting straight towards Finks.

At the same time, some cannibals following behind him also pounced on Hogot and Peroz.